16. Chapter 16
Chapter 16
King
“ F ind. Her.”
My men grimace at the threat in my voice lingering in the air like the fragrance of death. They don’t stick around, scrambling out of my office like roaches as I stand propped against my desk. It’s been three days since I got my Little Wolf back– and lost my heir in the process.
To say I’ve been less than patient is an understatement. I’ve already put a bullet in two of my men's skulls for their fuck up. I’ve kept Raena sedated the whole time, but the last round of drugs I injected her with was a mixture of my own making, meant to stimulate her body but keep her out of it. She won’t remember begging me as she shattered on my cock, but her mother will.
I’ve kept her in the cells until this morning when I had her tied up in my room with Raena. I’m not convinced Ava isn’t responsible for my missing heir. So I made her watch me take her daughter, knowing the jealousy would drive her mad– hopefully, enough to make her spill her guts about what she knows. I left her there to think about her actions, knowing the drugs would keep my Little Wolf knocked out for a while longer.
Pushing off the desk, I stride from my office to the east wing– my living quarters. I had every intention of putting Raena back in her old cell, but when Jackson told me what happened, I couldn’t risk losing her, too. I just got her back. I won’t allow my men to control anything regarding her this time. They will only touch her in my presence, with my permission. She escaped last time because my idiot guard got too cocky trying to get his cock wet– and ended up losing it.
She won’t get that opportunity here…in my home.
She’s different than before. I broke her– molding her into the perfect woman for me. Then she ran. Taking all my hard work with her.
My phone vibrating in my pocket pulls me from my thoughts on my way up the stairs. Digging it out, I swipe to answer before seeing who it is.
“Boss, she’s– uh– awake. You told us not to go in, but…” One of the guards I left outside the room says, panic clear in his voice. I can hear her screams through the speaker.
“Do. Not. Enter. I’m coming.”
“But, Boss…”
“I’ll put a bullet in your skull if you disobey me,” I growl into the line, close enough now that he can hear it through the phone and down the hallway, before hanging up and picking up my pace. I hear her screams echoing as soon as my feet hit the landing at the top of the stairs, seeing my two guards pace in front of the door. Cursing under my breath, I pull the key from my pocket and push past them, swinging the door open as soon as the lock clicks.
I rush inside, only to stop dead in my tracks at the sight before me. My guards halt their movements as well, stopping behind me in silence as we take in the gruesome scene before us.
My Little Wolf is still as naked as I left her, but her entire body is painted the most beautiful shade of red I’ve ever seen. The fiery curls she changed on her little ‘vacation’ are drenched, turning them a deeper shade of red to match the blood slicking her perfect, scarred skin– my marks. She wears them so beautifully, making my cock ache to slice into her again and make new ones so she doesn’t forget who gave them to her.
My feet find their way over to her, straddling the overturned chair her mother is tied to– or what’s left of her mother. The dagger that usually sits on my dresser is digging a large ‘X’ into Ava’s bare chest. But that’s not what surprises me. No, the large hole on the left side of her chest, where her heart once lived, is caved in on itself, the detached organ discarded next to her matted hair and lifeless eyes that stare sightlessly into her daughters.
One of the guards starts gagging, running from the room and retching in the hallway.
What a pussy.
I can’t see her face, but I know I have to get the dagger from her before I can get control of this situation. She doesn’t seem to be aware of us in the room with her, so I back away, speaking low to my guard.
“Get bitch boy out of here and bring some fucking men up here.”
“Yes, boss,” he mutters, his wide eyes never leaving my Little Wolf. Finally, his feet decide to work, and he darts out of the room, grabbing the fucker outside and dragging him along behind him.
Turning back to Raena, her body is completely still. She’s pulled the blade from the gaping hole in Ava’s chest, with her head cocked as if she’s admiring her handiwork. The blade is still gripped tightly in her hand as I inch closer to her, anger boiling inside me that she killed her before I got answers from her. If she knew anything about my missing heir, that knowledge died when her heart was ripped from her chest.
I let the anger fester, pushing me forward to rip her away from the mess she’s made. My hands tangle in her blood-soaked hair, and, like a live wire hitting her, she twists around, trying to sink her blade into my side. Not a single sound escapes her as her vacant eyes stare blankly at me when I knock the blade out of her hand, not even flinching when it clatters to the floor at our feet.
It could be the drugs still lingering in her system, but I think the void behind her eyes has more to do with what she just did to her mom. I remember watching the footage of her killing my guard when she escaped. She had the same dead look in her eyes then. She’s checked out. But lucky for her, I know just how to bring her back to me.
“Little Wolf,” I growl, snatching her hair and dragging her to stand before me, her feet slipping in the blood before I grip her shoulders to steady her. She doesn’t respond to my voice or my hands on her body.
This won’t do.
I’ve seen her try to sink into her head before when she didn’t want to be present for our time together, but she should know by now I won’t allow her to disappear, not when she is finally back with me. I have not even begun to implement her punishment. But we have more pressing matters to deal with right now. Like the fact that she just killed my only lead to finding my heir– our daughter. She doesn’t know she’s still alive, so maybe that knowledge will bring her back.
The harsh crack of my rough palm connecting with her face echoes through the room and a flicker of awareness twinkles in her emerald eyes.
“Wake the fuck up, Little Wolf,” I snarl, anger overtaking me again when the flicker dies as quickly as it appears. Three more hits to the face, and finally, her eyes light up with fury.
I’ll take it– and smother it.
Lurching forward, I grip her throat and spin her around, pressing her back into my front and pinning her arms down with my free arm.
“Do you have any idea what you just did?” I ask, snarling into her ear as she takes in the carnage she just bestowed upon her mother.
“Cut the strings off your little puppet?” Her voice holds no emotion, as if she’s telling me about the weather and not the fact that she just ripped her mother’s heart out and stabbed her to death. Her cold indifference pisses me off. I need her to fight me so I can snuff the defiance out by the root. My hand tightens around her throat, and she doesn’t so much as breathe heavily. She should be clawing at my arms to grant her permission to breathe the same air as me. When she refuses to let her fight-or-flight instincts kick in, I relent.
Deciding I need to take a different route to break through the walls she’s built around her psyche, I renew my grip on her throat to hold her in place and snake my other hand down to her cunt. Smearing the blood into her slit for lube, I ignore her swollen clit and plunge two fingers into her. I can feel the come that I filled her with earlier. The remnants of what dripped out of her have dried and feel crusty against my bloody hand. When I push deeper inside, more squishes out around my digits, the vulgar squelching is the only sound to be heard.
“Have you let another man touch you since you left me?” I ask when she just stands there, a blank mask cast over her features. This seems to perk her up, a wicked smirk gracing her lips before she opens them to speak.
“Maybe you should ask your sons.”